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PERFORMING ARTISTS
mike.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Handsome
Songwriter
Michael Seander
Songwriter
Jake Procanik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JP On the Track
Producer
Charlie Handsome
Producer
mike.
Producer
Lyrics
I know you ain't forget my number
I know you ain't fucking with my brother
Well, I guess now he's not my brother
Well, I guess now I cannot love you
And then you moved away in the summer
I said one, two, meet me outside
Three, four girls in my ride
I'm not sure if I've got room for you
Do you fuck with me still?
Not sure that I give a fuck
But I do know I can't give one tonight
I'm back on my bullshit
New phone, who's this?
I'm back doing what I wanna do now
I'm back running 'round with the crew now
I ain't saying that I miss you, baby
I'm just saying I'm glad you made it
I poured you that shit you like
You love that
You love that
I ain't saying that I miss you baby
I'm just saying I'm glad you made it
We don't need to complicate it
We love that
We love that
We love that
We loving that
That strong gas
We puffing that
I draw you a little bubble bath
Ooh, like it like that
Yeah, I love to make it splash, yeah
She all that
She all that
She called but I can't call back
Got a couple bad bitches
Might share it tonight
Share it tonight
And I ain't saying that I miss you, baby
I'm just saying I'm glad you made it
I poured you that shit you like
You love that
You love that
I ain't saying that I miss you, baby
I'm just saying I'm glad you made it
We don't need to complicate it
We love that
We love that
Ooh, she from Kansas
I can't stand it
Goddamn it
(I can't stand this)
A different planet
That ass right there another planet
Goddamn it
Can't stand it
But I can't sit 'cause I be standing tall
I be going hard
I be doing it all
And I'm not saying that I miss you, baby
I'm just saying I'm glad you made it
I poured you that shit you like
You love that
You love that
I'm not saying that I miss you babe
I'm just saying I'm glad you made it
We don't need to complicate it
We love that
I told you that I'd be fine
I told you I just need time
Got her face out of my head
And the whole thing off of my chest
And one, two, meet me outside
Three, four girls in my ride
Got a couple bad bitches, might share it tonight
Share it tonight
I know you ain't forget my number
I know you ain't fucking with my brother
Well, I guess now he's not my brother
Well, I guess now I cannot love you
And then you moved away in the summer
Written by: Composer Unknown, Jake Anthony Procanik, Mike Seander, Ryan Vojtesak